pt II

[agentofkaos]

the graves in my head are nothing but memories
people, thoughts, and places put to rest
the names on the headstones
are subject to change

i'll second guess and double take
the grass's greens and browns
feeling the different shades of purple
the undertones are eminent

you can't break my steel doors
with your tiny wooden sword
only a deity with no mercy
can lift you up and strike you down

don't bend or twist or shake
fix your promise which lies
at the bottom of my ocean
empty hearts and thoughts and brains

i'm chasing the wind
and my arms are wide open
the sun is mocking my dreams
and the moon cries at my joy

no more are the days of our lives
slowly ending with inhibition
bringing up my sideways glances
to see the mirrors on the wall

thirty-seven second chances
and still i remain unspoken
fearing only blinking cursors
blank pages steal my sight

while i am either a cemetery or a zombie
my heart still beats the same
alive, i'm only human
deceased, i'm only dead

breathe in and breathe out;
a simple task made simply impossible.